Marcus shrugged. "I'm not a big eater when it comes to breakfast. Usually just coffee does the trick." he spoke softly before he just rested back in his chair and toyed a little with his cup.
Soon enough he just finished his toast and sipped away at his coffee. He should write a letter home, so that they knew the address and could send him things, if they wanted to.
With that thought the door opened and a maid skitted in, handing the paper to Francis before handing another one to Marcus. Strangely enough, it was German. With a sweet smile the man nodded to the girl. "Thank you."